What do you have in the half of your garage your wife lets you putter in? A table saw? Coupla hammers? Forty screw-top jars full of wood screws, and a handsaw?

Whatever it is, I doubt it’s a centuries-old drop hammer and an open forge. You’re not wandering around in your basement, shirtless and dirty, hiding your beer when anyone’s looking, and mashing red hot iron things all day, are you? No, you’re still trying to put your wife’s Dyson vacuum back together after you tried (and failed) to repair the cord retractor.

Perhaps this is just a ruse; a multi-century dodge. Maybe these guys aren’t actually making anything. They just turn that bad boy on, and any womenfolk present immediately leave to escape the noise and heat, and then they just stand around in there drinking beer and watching NASCAR the whole time. Maybe he’s a genius, besides owning The Manliest Workshop In The World.

(Thanks to Charles Schneider for sending that one along)